3. Union of Spirits

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I slowly wake to the comforting warmth of your body against mine. Your arm is wrapped over me in a lazy embrace that survived the night's rest, when bodies are wont to toss and turn, traveling unknown distances and living many lives. But here I am now again, back with you.

Any memory of last night's dreams trickling away, as I take in the small hairs lining your forearm. I clasp your hand and adjust, bringing you under my arm and against me, feeling the softness of your palm against the smooth bristles of my chest. Keeping our fingers linked, I press against you in a deep breath.

The blackout shades of the hotel room keep it dark. My other senses are slowly rising with the rest of my body. The soft strands of hair tickling my back, your firm knees pressing into the back of mine.

Our mutual scents, earthy and subtle, fill my nose as I break our clasp and turn to you, still asleep. A calm, dark presence, full of even breath and the occasional snore. I close my eyes and rest my head against yours, breathing with you and enjoying this quiet moment of holding.

Your breaths are like waves rolling my ship somewhere blue. I wake again, unsure of how long I've been asleep, to find you gone. And I'm embarrassed by how quickly my heart sinks because only a moment later and I hear that unmistakable flush from around the corner.

I never knew a toilet could be so comforting. And then, there you are, rubbing sleep from your eyes as you round the corner. I grin seeing you, admiring your slow stroll back to the bed.

You greet me with a yawn that makes its way back to me in that strange way yawns have a way of doing. Good morning. You slide into bed under the sheets with me in a fluid motion, finding your way into my arms.

We exchange small words between small kisses, our faces close and warmed by each other. I love exploring your back in this moment, feeling the curves of your form under my hands, finding the hard angles of your shoulder blades pushing small creases into you as my fingers press and rub over your muscles. Your quiet hums as I run my hand over the softening skin of your side, taking in your hips, your ribs, the edge of your breast.

I can feel the humid heat from your armpit against my fingers just briefly as my thumb leads my hand over you, cupping you, and gripping as your breath seeps out of your mouth in a slight shudder. I can feel the soft indent of your nipple in my palm as it grows harder and I press into you with my tongue, my own arousal becoming more evident by the second. I love the feeling of your nipple under my thumb, how it rests somehow both soft and firm between my playful fingers.

I leave your mouth with a strand from my eager tongue and cup your breast in my mouth, biting slowly until you are between my teeth and tongue, wedded with me. Your moans as I suck you are making my heart race. I can feel how hard I am against your side, rocking against you and gradually gliding against my own wetness as it escapes my tip.

I reach down to your wet opening and rub my hand along its curve, parting your lips and dipping the edge of my finger just far enough to wet its underside, moving back and forth, pausing only to circle your clit lightly, the soft flatness of my thumb pad, cradling your head in my other arm now as I work into you, teasing the shallow depth of your labia, coating them with you as I dip my fingers in and out, and taking in your face as I play with you, watching your furrowed brow, the brief glimpse of your gorgeous eyes when they meet mine, and when they do, I sink deeper into you, coating my fingers in your arousal and sliding them back up to lubricate your clit. I repeat this a few more times, lightly tapping my soaked fingers against your glistening nerve center, making you gasp. There's no hiding my eager cock, full of excitement and hanging in anticipation of you.

I take one of your legs in hand and place it aside, giving me the space to rest my blooming head against your wet mound. With slow circles I rub myself against you, depositing my excess of pre-cum over your clit, its warmth beading onto you, and still bonded to the round lips of my cock. I rest my head against this deposit, moving up and down, occasionally lower, dipping into your warmth, then back out to run my veins against your swollen bead.

I take hold of your thighs, pressing them against my side so I can take you fully over me. It's like sensory overload, my body feels like it's firing off all its electrical signals at once. When I pull out of you, I can feel the cool air shoot across your cum that coats me, and then returning, just like returning to water.

I grip your legs firmly against my body, fucking you in hard, short bursts. The wet slaps as my abdomen meets yours over and over fill the room, matched only by the dry knocking of the mattress against its secured frame. A cold bead of sweat trickles from my brow to my nose and drips onto your belly.

I give you one more thrust and exit, moving to your own sweaty face, kissing you deeply and whispering into your mouth. Over and over. You turn, meeting me with your cheeks, which I greedily take in as I dip my fingers into the center of your vulva, moving them in slow circles, in and out, stroking myself.

I run my pruning fingers up, circling your asshole and rubbing them over your left cheek, coating it and punctuating with a firm slap. I take hold of your other cheek, working my way back into you, the new angle pressing against the underside of my shaft. You reach out to me and I take your hand, pulling you back into a kneeling bounce, working into you with forceful thrusts as you arch into me.

We go on like this until you take control again, breaking from my grasp and returning to your hands and knees. You push against me as I fuck you, taking every inch of me, the roomful of our moans until I feel your walls tighten around me and you finish, pressed with the full force of your body over my shaft, pressed against my soaking pubic hair and falling back against the bed. Oh, I come to rest on top of you, delivering slow kisses up your back until my mouth finds its way to your ear.

Thank you. I take hold of your hand again, cupped against you like a second layer. Naturally, our well-fucked brains turn to the subject of breakfast and we plan our next move.